A Falling Of Conciousness
Out of conciousness i fall,
reality is nothing but a vision,
no rhyme, reason or understanding,
finding answers must surely be my mission.
I find myself at great ease,
in this unknown time and place,
walking this strange little world alone,
no worries carried by disgrace.
Trying to find some sort of sign,
looking for a path to take,
i stumble upon many roads to be travelled,
which road to choose is my decision to make.
I steal a moment in this misleading time,
irrelative though, this is to my cause,
asking myself if this really is a dream,
i stroll down the street to my moments applause.
As comfortable as i think i may feel,
there's a niggling thought of something strange,
and the farther into this false reality i walk,
i've a knawing sensation of begging for change.
All of a sudden this world becomes a blur,
it would seem someone answered my call,
stumbling my way back to my own world,
into conciousness i fall.